After a quick glance, Zeng Yi had already known that he was in a courtyard, which was not big, and the surrounding flower beds were full of flowers. In the middle was a spacious activity place, and at the center was a rockery. The rockery attracted live water and made a gurgling sound. The car stopped beside the rockery.

"Doctor Zeng, thank you for your hard work on the road, please go to the house to rest first!" The middle-aged man raised one hand and invited Zeng Yi to go into the house.

Zeng Yi nodded to the other party again, and then followed the other party inside. The other party did not introduce himself, so Zeng Yi did not ask. Zeng Yi was not a person who had never seen the world. He knew very well that when he arrived in such a place, it was better to say less than to say more.

In front of me was a two-story western-style building. A guard stood at the door, staring at Zeng Yi vigilantly for a long time, but there was no stop.

When I entered the door, I saw a spacious living room. In front of me was a huge picture of rich peony. The painter should have been a master of a famous artist. There were some sofas placed against the wall below. The sofas were genuine leather, but it looked a bit old. The layout of the entire guest was very simple. In addition to the large area, it looked like an ordinary person.

Zeng Yi was led into a small living room by a middle-aged man. There was no one inside, only a few yellow cloth sofas.

"Doctor Zeng, please sit down and rest first." The middle-aged man pointed at the sofa and said, "I'll introduce the situation to you later."

"Okay!" Zeng Yi nodded. From the other party's name after getting off the car, Zeng Yi already knew the mission he had come here for the doctor, but he didn't know who the patient was.

After saying this, the middle-aged man turned around and left the small reception room.

Zeng Yi had no choice but to find a seat first. Since he came, he would just rest assured. As soon as he sat down, someone came in to deliver a cup of tea, but left without saying anything.

Zeng Yi was sitting in the reception room waiting, drinking tea while looking at the pots of unique pots in the reception room. He didn't think about who was sick or what kind of disease it might be. The most fear of treating diseases was that they had preconceived ideas.

Ten minutes later, footsteps came from outside the door, and two people followed him into the small reception room. The leader was an old man in his fifties, with gray hair and dark eyebrows, which was impressive. The second person was a little younger, about forty years old.

Both of them looked a little tired, especially the leading old man, who looked very haggard and red in his eyes. I don’t know how long it took to rest.

"Where...Who is Dr. Zeng?" The old man in the lead came in and saw Zeng Yi with a little hesitant expression, so he asked such a ridiculous question. Where can there be more people in this room besides Zeng Yi?

Zeng Yi stood up and said, "I am!"

Although the old man had guessed it in his heart, he still had a look of surprise on his face after Zeng Yi admitted it in person. This... Isn't this a hurry to seek medical treatment? Why did he find such a young doctor to save the situation? Is this possible? Although he was extremely suspicious of Zeng Yi's medical skills, the old man still said: "Doctor Zeng, then let's hurry up and learn about the condition first!"

As he said that, the old man handed a medical record in his hand to Zeng Yi and said, "This is a record of the disease. Dr. Zeng will take a look first!"

Zeng Yi took the medical record and opened it. He saw that there was no information about the patient, including age and gender, only dense records of the disease. However, Zeng Yi was still very surprised because the first record that caught his eyes was more than two months ago, which means that the disease had been delayed for at least two months.

While Zeng Yi was looking at the medical records, the old man briefly introduced the situation and said: "The patient has a decades-long history of smoking. When he was checking his body half a year ago, he found a malignant lesion in his lungs. It was an early disease and the situation was not very serious. After a period of observation and research, and two months of careful preparation, the expert group decided to take surgical treatment measures for the patient."

Zeng Yi nodded slightly. The medical records on his hand showed that it was recorded from the day of the operation. If it was just an early malignant lung lesions, it was indeed not a serious problem for the current Western medicine level. It can be easily solved through one operation. If the postoperative maintenance is properly, it is completely possible to achieve the therapeutic effect of no recurrence after the operation.

"The operation was very successful. Judging from the results of various postoperative examinations, the malignant lesions in the patient's lungs have been completely eliminated." The old man paused and said, "But from the third day after the operation, the patient began to experience stubborn hiccups......"

Zeng Yi raised his eyebrows. The expert team was all elites in the industry. After two months of preparation, there should never be any problems in the surgery. The most prone to problems is the post-operative period. He asked: "How serious is it?"

The old man looked bad and said solemnly: "The patient is unable to sleep or eat due to hiccups, and the situation is very serious."

Zeng Yi was not in a hurry to express his opinion, but turned to the records on the third day after the operation and began to check the detailed description of the condition day after day. However, after turning two pages, Zeng Yi's eyebrows suddenly locked together because he found that the records on this day were strange. According to the previous recording frequency, there should be two more records on this day, but these two records disappeared from the medical record book in front of him.

Pressing the doubt in his heart, Zeng Yi continued to look down, and after turning a few pages, Zeng Yi discovered the same situation again. This day there was a lack of records, which was about twenty years before the last time.

The medical records are seamless and there is no sign of deletion at all. However, Zeng Yi is very familiar with medical work. The patient's postoperative records should be very standardized. How long does it take to record them? This is standardized, and there will definitely be no occasional failure to follow the standards for one day.

This made Zeng Yi a little puzzled. What was the situation of the patient during the period when the records were missing? Now Zeng Yi cannot guess out of thin air, nor can he ask. Since the other party was taking out this medical record, he may not be able to ask the slightest situation after asking.

After looking back, Zeng Yi saw the third missing record in the medical record book. The time happened yesterday, only a few dozen hours away.

After closing the medical record, Zeng Yi focused his thoughts for a moment and said, "In addition to the treatment measures recorded above, are there any other solutions?"

The old man said, "All the treatment measures are recorded on it." The old man felt a little strange at this time. Usually, he said this to others. Because when the condition was in trouble, he must be the one who could stand up and turn the tide. But now a young doctor asked him this way, which made him feel a little awkward, but the patient's identity was extremely special. The old man was not allowed to slack off at all. The middle-aged man in his forties behind him added: "In Western medicine, he mainly used some tranquilizers; in traditional Chinese medicine, he used two prescriptions, namely Dingxiang Persimmon Pili Soup and Xuanfu Daizhe Soup."

Zeng Yi nodded slightly. Western medicine has not yet found an effective treatment for hiccups, which are what people usually call hiccups. Talking agents can only help relieve symptoms and can slightly relieve the patient's pain, but they are useless for treatment.

In the medical record just now, Zeng Yi even saw a way to let patients drink cola. There is no way. The acidity of cola is close to gastric acid, which has a certain effect on hiccups caused by insufficient gastric acid. However, if it is not hiccups caused by gastric acid problems, the vapor in cola will aggravate the hiccups.

Traditional Chinese medicine has some methods for treating hiccups. For example, the Xuanfu Daizhe Decoction mentioned by the other party just came from the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" by the medical saint Zhang Zhongjing. Its effect is reduced and phlegm, replenishes qi and harmonizes the stomach. It is a classic prescription for treating hiccups. As for Dingxiang Persimmon Soup, it is also a proven prescription for treating hiccups. Using these two prescriptions to treat hiccups can generally achieve good results.

But from the current situation, whether it is traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, or methods that can be used or not, it has not stopped the patient's hiccups. The hiccups that lasted for two months have become very stubborn. Especially when the patient encounters such a degree of hiccups after surgery, let alone the surgical effect cannot be guaranteed, I am afraid that the patient has been unable to look too tired.

"Doctor Zeng has anything else to know?" asked the old man. He was very conflicted. On the one hand, he didn't have any hope for Zeng Yi, but on the other hand, he hoped that Zeng Yi could come up with a solution. It was really that this patient's important thing, and the old man could not bear the consequences of ineffective treatment.

Zeng Yi thought for a while and said, "Can I see the patient first?" Zeng Yi did not want to delay time and changed the treatment methods continuously, but he could not suppress the patient's hiccups. Just a medical record book could not explain the reason why the patient's hiccups were so stubborn, and he still needed to go to the patient's hiccups in person.

"I'll go and ask for instructions!" The old man did not agree to Zeng Yi immediately, but instead gave a wink at the middle-aged man in his forties behind him.

The middle-aged man immediately walked out of the room and went outside to find someone to ask for instructions.

The old man took advantage of this time and asked Zeng Yi: "I don't know if Dr. Zeng is a Chinese medicine or a Western medicine doctor, where did he graduate?"

Zeng Yi smiled helplessly. No matter whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, it is actually a lecturer. In traditional Chinese medicine, you will ask who you are from; and in Western medicine, you will graduate from where you graduate. If you graduate from Union University, you will be from a famous family.

"It's considered a traditional Chinese medicine!" Zeng Yi replied that he was proficient in traditional Chinese medicine, but he was from a professional Western medicine.

The old man said "Oh" and stopped talking, but his expression became even more serious. Such a young Chinese medicine doctor would probably not be able to come up with a better solution. You should know that the two Chinese medicine prescriptions presented by the expert group were all drafted by the masters of the Chinese medicine industry today. It was just that it was not convenient to indicate the name of this great master in the medical record book.

Even a great master has no choice, so what can such a young doctor?

The old man felt even heavier. He was the leader of the expert group, and the treatment plan was decided by him. When he decided to perform this operation on the patient, he did not expect such a hiccup. Do you think this is wrong? The fatal malignant lesions were removed by himself, but in the end he fell into a small problem of hiccup.

If the surgery is not performed, the malignant lesions will not be in danger within one or two years, but the patient's life is now at a critical juncture due to hiccups.

Zeng Yi was not clear, but the old man knew the best. The three missing records on the medical record were all due to one thing, that is, the patient was undergoing critically ill rescue at the time.

It is already a limit to pulling the patient's life back from the gate of hell three times in a row. No one can guarantee whether the patient can save his life next time he is critically ill.

In about seven or eight minutes, the majestic middle-aged man who had brought Zeng Yi in before came in again and said, "Doctor Zeng, please follow me upstairs!"

Zeng Yi knew that he was taking him to see the patient. He nodded slightly and walked out with the majestic middle-aged man. He went out through the living room and followed the stairs on the other side, and the two of them arrived at the second floor.

There was a small sofa at the door of a room in front, and there was an old man with short white hair sitting inside. He seemed to be asleep on the sofa. But as soon as the two walked in, the old man woke up immediately. A tiger-eating gaze appeared in his eyes, without any sleepiness at all.

Zeng Yi had seen the same gaze from the guards at the door, but he was definitely not as powerful as the old man in front of him. If an ordinary person was stared at, his calves would probably have started to spin.

"Uncle Sheng, this is the doctor recommended by Mr. Zhai!" The middle-aged man stepped forward and explained.

The old man looked at Zeng Yi for a while, then he returned to his previous appearance and leaned against the sofa and took a nap.

Zeng Yi had already guessed the identity of this old man. I'm afraid he was the patient's old guard. He was so old, but he was unwilling to accept his old age at all.

"Please come in!" Zhongyou pushed open the door, and a strong smell of potion became permeated.

Zeng Yi walked around the sofa and walked into the room where someone was guarding him. A photo on the wall immediately came into his eyes. Zeng Yi's footsteps were stunned at the door at that moment. He could not not know the person in this photo, which was an old man who could make mountains fall into shape and change the color.

Zeng Yi was thinking about this possibility before, but when he saw this photo, he was still a little shocked. Zeng Yi believed that no one could maintain a calm mood when he first stepped into the old man's room.

Zeng Yi stood at the door, not raising his steps for a long time, until he flattened the storm in his heart, then took a deep breath, then raised his foot and stepped into the room.

Zeng Yi's move was also taken into consideration by the middle-aged man next to him. He was able to recover so quickly when he stepped into this place for the first time. This guy is the only one! No wonder Mr. Zhai still recommends this person at such a barrier. His concentration is indeed beyond ordinary people!

The old man in front of him was no longer the old man who shook his arms and was shaking his way, and the silent one was in a state of silence. He was just an ordinary patient, lying quietly on the hospital bed weakly, his face pale without a trace of blood.
Chapter completed!